[ Ah. He’s like an angry blond squirrel, hissing with bushy tail bristling. Quincy stares down at the hands pushing at him and then glances to the side; he can’t roll even a centimeter or he’ll end up on the floor. But, this is someone else’s bed, so he can’t stay. ]
Quincy.
[ He finally begins to move, lest he enrage the little squirrel more. The sheets had managed to offer some decency slide away as he stands to his full height of 190cm, nearly bonking the top of his head on the squat bungalow ceiling. The robe around his figure is both too small and extremely gauzy, so without the sheet, Bakugo’s given a full eye-searing full frontal.
The hulking man looks around, takes on the new scenery, and returns his attention back to the little squirrel he had woken up with. ]
Where are my clothes?
[ A day is more than he can boast, after all, having just woken up in this place. ]
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Quincy.
[ He finally begins to move, lest he enrage the little squirrel more. The sheets had managed to offer some decency slide away as he stands to his full height of 190cm, nearly bonking the top of his head on the squat bungalow ceiling. The robe around his figure is both too small and extremely gauzy, so without the sheet, Bakugo’s given a full eye-searing full frontal.
The hulking man looks around, takes on the new scenery, and returns his attention back to the little squirrel he had woken up with. ]
Where are my clothes?
[ A day is more than he can boast, after all, having just woken up in this place. ]